Han Jing looked at Xiaoqi's complaining expression and couldn't hold back, laughing so hard she couldn't stand up straight: "I say, little fool, if you directly hint to him that marrying you will directly boost his strength, do you think he'll marry you? Brother Qiao is such a proud person, you definitely can't be direct, how did I teach you back then?"
"But..." Han Jing winked at Xiaoqi: "Are you saying, he just ignores your hints but hasn't directly rejected you?"
Xiaoqi put her hands on her hips and said angrily: "Yeah, no matter how much I hint at him, he just acts like he hasn't heard anything, doesn't respond at all, and I don't dare to speak directly; it's driving me crazy!"
Saying that, she stomped her foot in frustration.
Han Jing laughed so hard she was almost crying, making Xiaoqi anxious: "Sister Jing, please stop laughing, we still have serious matters to discuss. You're not helping me come up with ideas, and you're still laughing!"
